Year after year

The years go by, and here I still am. 

A bit older, evolved, and tattered by life. The more I age, the less I know. 

It really is true. 

But maybe that’s just me. Losing my wisdom the more I live in our earthly existence. And the more fragility I encounter, the more my body takes on wounds. Harsh and primal response’s from a life lived with conscious and unconscious decisions. Swaying me into a an abrupt reality of life’s shitty lessons. 

A mortal product of this world as every human is. But deciphering this planet right now is truly a chaotic maize of smoke and mirrors and the only thing I feel like we can do is attempt to return to our gut senses, to regain our bodily autonomy. There’s too much to speak of, too much to untangle. 

We have to choose. 

Grind out our humanity and hold on to what’s good and let go of what’s not. Walk barefoot on exposed dirt just so we can remember who we are. 

What we are. 

Remembering our purpose, our value.